Anywhere - Flower Travellin' Band [1970]

"Flower Travellin' Band do not cover the song Black Sabbath. Instead, they let its tyres down and ride it across a ploughed field."

Japrocksampler

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mighty joe, younger

The Early Years - Acid King [2006]

Skin-flensing lysergic metal. 


We loves t' make yer flesh creep.

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queen of sickness

Take The Curse - Ramesses [2010]

Drums thumped harder than a banged up nonce; vocals with the dash n verve of rusted bolts. What else to expect from ex-Electric Wizard rhythmists n former Lord of Putrefaction cantillation? Stacks. Churning enormo-riffs n portentous song titles diddling with diabolic intent (Vinho Dos Mortos; Black Hash Mass; Hand of Glory; Baptism of the Walking Dead). But lo, there be smarts n diversity. 'Frinstance, check cover: no standard issue pentagrammed runic folderol but Fucking Hell, Jake n Dinos Chapman's irony serrated Nazi diorama. So, anchored around trudge sludge riffing prowl sinister black metal buzz, melancholy deep psych ur-folk melody, hypnotick Sabbath bass drone n drum echo.  Nous, never samey - except where it counts - and craves, nay, demands your attention.

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kinell

Darkspace III - Darkspace [2008]

Top drawer ambient doom metal. No Satanic nonsense from the mysterious Swiss trio. Instead a spacy, bleak vortex of pealing emptiness. Strangely enervating.

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kama loka

We Sold Our Soul For Rock 'N' Roll - Black Sabbath

A fulsome doff of the cap to Tony, Bill, Ozzy & Geezer, the acknowledged masters. Culled from 70 - 73 genius run of anvil smitten classics -  Black Sabbath, Paranoid, Master of Reality, Vol 4, Sabbath Bloody Sabbath - all historical permutations of heavy start here. Monolithic, primal and wholly unsubtle. The evergreen thrill of Sweat Leaf's opening salvo of monster riff and Ozzy yell; Sabbath Bloody Sabbath's noisy-quiet template which eventually became Pixies and Nirvana; the magnificent, dunderheaded manual turning of the amp up to 11 at 0:40 in to N.I.B..

In retrospect, a surprisingly pervasive air of unhappy trips and drowsy narcotics. Presumably before the booze and coke fully kicked in.

As y brawd is prone to declare, this really is essential.

Oddi wrth y brawd

fairies wear boots

Dopethrone - Electric Wizard

Oh my. Down-tuned, grinding, monolithic doom metal, achieving unprecedented depths, Pandaemonium, uncompromising worship of weed, malevolence, dirge, dense walls of sound, extended planet-sized riff-monsters, never exceeding a snail's pace, somehow managing to build in intensity, from single note guitar lines to huge power chords with deliberate maddening certainty.

Don't need to be a metal head to see the glory. 

(Y brawd has Edo at KYC to thank for turning him on to the EW's acid drenched debut)
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